post_text stringlengths 0 10k | post_title stringlengths 8 313 | chosen stringlengths 1 39.5k | rejected stringlengths 1 13.8k |
|---|---|---|---|
[WP] You are not a good person. Your party was made of good people, and you tried to be good because you liked having allies. But now they're all missing, so they won't see the lengths you're willing to go to to save them. | The big man in red plunged his hand like a blade between the fourth and fifth rib of the man under him. “Your buddies are all dead,” he rasped, his throat raw from berserker rage. “Tell me where my friends are and I’ll let you live.” His leather-clad fist tightened and the thug moaned. “Don’t tell and I’ll eat your he... | Abe came to slowly. Already losing his edge - in the old days it would have taken a lot more than a steel-toed boot in the darkness to send him senseless. But that didn't explain the feeling in his chest. Rolling his eyes, he glanced down.
Fuck. A knife. Buried in his chest, where his heart *should* be. *Everyone know... | |
[WP] You are not a good person. Your party was made of good people, and you tried to be good because you liked having allies. But now they're all missing, so they won't see the lengths you're willing to go to to save them. | They were good people. That’s always what you heard whenever you went tavern diving or strayed around markets. But, of course, it would always be followed by “but that shady one makes me feel uneasy.” You were that shady one, but you couldn’t really fault them, or get angry. On the whole ‘light-side crusade’ that was ... | Abe came to slowly. Already losing his edge - in the old days it would have taken a lot more than a steel-toed boot in the darkness to send him senseless. But that didn't explain the feeling in his chest. Rolling his eyes, he glanced down.
Fuck. A knife. Buried in his chest, where his heart *should* be. *Everyone know... | |
[WP] You are not a good person. Your party was made of good people, and you tried to be good because you liked having allies. But now they're all missing, so they won't see the lengths you're willing to go to to save them. | “I wouldn’t call myself an Evil person, just more of a compulsive liar.” That is what I always told them; I doubt they all got the double-entendre but my reluctance to admit my own faults certainly aided the party on many occasions. “The Party”, a moniker I always used with pleasure after explaining to Paladin Hines th... | Abe came to slowly. Already losing his edge - in the old days it would have taken a lot more than a steel-toed boot in the darkness to send him senseless. But that didn't explain the feeling in his chest. Rolling his eyes, he glanced down.
Fuck. A knife. Buried in his chest, where his heart *should* be. *Everyone know... | |
[WP] You are not a good person. Your party was made of good people, and you tried to be good because you liked having allies. But now they're all missing, so they won't see the lengths you're willing to go to to save them. | He took them. He took the only three people who were really willing to give me a chance. The only people who didn't abandon me after seeing me torture someone for information. They made me promise never to go that far again, and I agreed, because having them with me was worth it. He fucking took them, and he was going ... | Abe came to slowly. Already losing his edge - in the old days it would have taken a lot more than a steel-toed boot in the darkness to send him senseless. But that didn't explain the feeling in his chest. Rolling his eyes, he glanced down.
Fuck. A knife. Buried in his chest, where his heart *should* be. *Everyone know... | |
[WP] You are not a good person. Your party was made of good people, and you tried to be good because you liked having allies. But now they're all missing, so they won't see the lengths you're willing to go to to save them. |
He was afraid, I could smell it on him. Who wouldn’t be.
“You don’t know what you’re dooming me to.” He said pathetically, struggling with his bonds. I looked up from the dagger I was sharpening and smiled.
“Yes I do.”
That got a reaction out of him. A funny little squeal of fear. I nearly chuckled but kept my com... | Abe came to slowly. Already losing his edge - in the old days it would have taken a lot more than a steel-toed boot in the darkness to send him senseless. But that didn't explain the feeling in his chest. Rolling his eyes, he glanced down.
Fuck. A knife. Buried in his chest, where his heart *should* be. *Everyone know... | |
[WP] You are not a good person. Your party was made of good people, and you tried to be good because you liked having allies. But now they're all missing, so they won't see the lengths you're willing to go to to save them. | "You know, when they asked me to join them, they made me swear I had never broken any laws." I looked down at the half-elf staked spread eagle to the floor. "That was actually true. But they didn't think to ask if I had ever done anything, hmm. Morally questionable." I checked the ropes and my supplies. All was well, o... | Abe came to slowly. Already losing his edge - in the old days it would have taken a lot more than a steel-toed boot in the darkness to send him senseless. But that didn't explain the feeling in his chest. Rolling his eyes, he glanced down.
Fuck. A knife. Buried in his chest, where his heart *should* be. *Everyone know... | |
[WP] You are not a good person. Your party was made of good people, and you tried to be good because you liked having allies. But now they're all missing, so they won't see the lengths you're willing to go to to save them. | The portal sparked into life as my last movement completed its arc. You'd think that an energy portal would illuminate the oppressive darkness of the battlefield, but you'd be someone not born of hell. Anyone local would know what to expect. That dank greenness that dampens light instead of emitting it, that unmistaka... | Abe came to slowly. Already losing his edge - in the old days it would have taken a lot more than a steel-toed boot in the darkness to send him senseless. But that didn't explain the feeling in his chest. Rolling his eyes, he glanced down.
Fuck. A knife. Buried in his chest, where his heart *should* be. *Everyone know... | |
[WP] You are not a good person. Your party was made of good people, and you tried to be good because you liked having allies. But now they're all missing, so they won't see the lengths you're willing to go to to save them. | In the muted light of the room, Lakme's 'Flower Duet' played. It almost made for a romantic atmosphere.
Almost.
"You see... Marcus... here's the thing. I'm not what you would call a *good* person."
Marcus O'Reilly sneered up at me from the chair to which I'd tied him. When he came in the door to his palatial estate... | Abe came to slowly. Already losing his edge - in the old days it would have taken a lot more than a steel-toed boot in the darkness to send him senseless. But that didn't explain the feeling in his chest. Rolling his eyes, he glanced down.
Fuck. A knife. Buried in his chest, where his heart *should* be. *Everyone know... | |
[WP] You are not a good person. Your party was made of good people, and you tried to be good because you liked having allies. But now they're all missing, so they won't see the lengths you're willing to go to to save them. | "The child, save the child." Henshaw called out to you in if rough Half-Orc voice. Lynanna left her Half-Elf form and shaped changed into her bear formand charged into the enemy, Lejus charged with her. Amun was next you, but he was healing them and holding open the portal. You could see how much this use of magic was ... | Abe came to slowly. Already losing his edge - in the old days it would have taken a lot more than a steel-toed boot in the darkness to send him senseless. But that didn't explain the feeling in his chest. Rolling his eyes, he glanced down.
Fuck. A knife. Buried in his chest, where his heart *should* be. *Everyone know... | |
[WP] You are not a good person. Your party was made of good people, and you tried to be good because you liked having allies. But now they're all missing, so they won't see the lengths you're willing to go to to save them. | *On some level, I probably care about them. Gods, I need to stop. They don't matter to me. It doesn't matter who they are. They are objectively useful to me. They've helped me achieve my goals and that's all that matters. They're good fighters and I like to have them around in a pinch.*
These thoughts had been plague... | Abe came to slowly. Already losing his edge - in the old days it would have taken a lot more than a steel-toed boot in the darkness to send him senseless. But that didn't explain the feeling in his chest. Rolling his eyes, he glanced down.
Fuck. A knife. Buried in his chest, where his heart *should* be. *Everyone know... | |
[WP] You are not a good person. Your party was made of good people, and you tried to be good because you liked having allies. But now they're all missing, so they won't see the lengths you're willing to go to to save them. | "Steel City Stalwarts, unite!"
Comet Lad flew in and landed on Sergeant Static's right side. Nightshade Assassin swung down on one of her vines. Silver Cypher's armor hissed and clicked as the cooling systems compensated for the afterburners he'd used to get here. The Gray Gorrilla took the rear, his massive body thro... | Abe came to slowly. Already losing his edge - in the old days it would have taken a lot more than a steel-toed boot in the darkness to send him senseless. But that didn't explain the feeling in his chest. Rolling his eyes, he glanced down.
Fuck. A knife. Buried in his chest, where his heart *should* be. *Everyone know... | |
[WP] You are not a good person. Your party was made of good people, and you tried to be good because you liked having allies. But now they're all missing, so they won't see the lengths you're willing to go to to save them. | I am a necromancer. My party knows this. Skorndrick Gristle, the Lost, at your service.
In fact, the way I've worked myself out, my spells and my fighting capabilities, I'm probably the strongest member of our party. Do any of them suspect this? No. As far as they're concerned, I'm a good person who just.... helps the... | Abe came to slowly. Already losing his edge - in the old days it would have taken a lot more than a steel-toed boot in the darkness to send him senseless. But that didn't explain the feeling in his chest. Rolling his eyes, he glanced down.
Fuck. A knife. Buried in his chest, where his heart *should* be. *Everyone know... | |
[WP] You are not a good person. Your party was made of good people, and you tried to be good because you liked having allies. But now they're all missing, so they won't see the lengths you're willing to go to to save them. | They were good people. That’s always what you heard whenever you went tavern diving or strayed around markets. But, of course, it would always be followed by “but that shady one makes me feel uneasy.” You were that shady one, but you couldn’t really fault them, or get angry. On the whole ‘light-side crusade’ that was ... | Faith. Naïveté. Hope. Fools. The lot of them. I couldn’t stand it. Walking around with their heads held high. They truly believed they were heroes. Human. Strong. Such disgust I felt. I’d have killed them myself if they’d chosen to question me. God knows my blade’s desire.
Heh. Why do I care what God kn... | |
[WP] You are not a good person. Your party was made of good people, and you tried to be good because you liked having allies. But now they're all missing, so they won't see the lengths you're willing to go to to save them. | “I wouldn’t call myself an Evil person, just more of a compulsive liar.” That is what I always told them; I doubt they all got the double-entendre but my reluctance to admit my own faults certainly aided the party on many occasions. “The Party”, a moniker I always used with pleasure after explaining to Paladin Hines th... | Faith. Naïveté. Hope. Fools. The lot of them. I couldn’t stand it. Walking around with their heads held high. They truly believed they were heroes. Human. Strong. Such disgust I felt. I’d have killed them myself if they’d chosen to question me. God knows my blade’s desire.
Heh. Why do I care what God kn... | |
[WP] You are not a good person. Your party was made of good people, and you tried to be good because you liked having allies. But now they're all missing, so they won't see the lengths you're willing to go to to save them. | He took them. He took the only three people who were really willing to give me a chance. The only people who didn't abandon me after seeing me torture someone for information. They made me promise never to go that far again, and I agreed, because having them with me was worth it. He fucking took them, and he was going ... | Faith. Naïveté. Hope. Fools. The lot of them. I couldn’t stand it. Walking around with their heads held high. They truly believed they were heroes. Human. Strong. Such disgust I felt. I’d have killed them myself if they’d chosen to question me. God knows my blade’s desire.
Heh. Why do I care what God kn... | |
[WP] You are not a good person. Your party was made of good people, and you tried to be good because you liked having allies. But now they're all missing, so they won't see the lengths you're willing to go to to save them. |
He was afraid, I could smell it on him. Who wouldn’t be.
“You don’t know what you’re dooming me to.” He said pathetically, struggling with his bonds. I looked up from the dagger I was sharpening and smiled.
“Yes I do.”
That got a reaction out of him. A funny little squeal of fear. I nearly chuckled but kept my com... | Faith. Naïveté. Hope. Fools. The lot of them. I couldn’t stand it. Walking around with their heads held high. They truly believed they were heroes. Human. Strong. Such disgust I felt. I’d have killed them myself if they’d chosen to question me. God knows my blade’s desire.
Heh. Why do I care what God kn... | |
[WP] You are not a good person. Your party was made of good people, and you tried to be good because you liked having allies. But now they're all missing, so they won't see the lengths you're willing to go to to save them. | "You know, when they asked me to join them, they made me swear I had never broken any laws." I looked down at the half-elf staked spread eagle to the floor. "That was actually true. But they didn't think to ask if I had ever done anything, hmm. Morally questionable." I checked the ropes and my supplies. All was well, o... | Faith. Naïveté. Hope. Fools. The lot of them. I couldn’t stand it. Walking around with their heads held high. They truly believed they were heroes. Human. Strong. Such disgust I felt. I’d have killed them myself if they’d chosen to question me. God knows my blade’s desire.
Heh. Why do I care what God kn... | |
[WP] You are not a good person. Your party was made of good people, and you tried to be good because you liked having allies. But now they're all missing, so they won't see the lengths you're willing to go to to save them. | In the muted light of the room, Lakme's 'Flower Duet' played. It almost made for a romantic atmosphere.
Almost.
"You see... Marcus... here's the thing. I'm not what you would call a *good* person."
Marcus O'Reilly sneered up at me from the chair to which I'd tied him. When he came in the door to his palatial estate... | Faith. Naïveté. Hope. Fools. The lot of them. I couldn’t stand it. Walking around with their heads held high. They truly believed they were heroes. Human. Strong. Such disgust I felt. I’d have killed them myself if they’d chosen to question me. God knows my blade’s desire.
Heh. Why do I care what God kn... | |
[WP] You are not a good person. Your party was made of good people, and you tried to be good because you liked having allies. But now they're all missing, so they won't see the lengths you're willing to go to to save them. | *On some level, I probably care about them. Gods, I need to stop. They don't matter to me. It doesn't matter who they are. They are objectively useful to me. They've helped me achieve my goals and that's all that matters. They're good fighters and I like to have them around in a pinch.*
These thoughts had been plague... | Faith. Naïveté. Hope. Fools. The lot of them. I couldn’t stand it. Walking around with their heads held high. They truly believed they were heroes. Human. Strong. Such disgust I felt. I’d have killed them myself if they’d chosen to question me. God knows my blade’s desire.
Heh. Why do I care what God kn... | |
[WP] You are not a good person. Your party was made of good people, and you tried to be good because you liked having allies. But now they're all missing, so they won't see the lengths you're willing to go to to save them. | "Steel City Stalwarts, unite!"
Comet Lad flew in and landed on Sergeant Static's right side. Nightshade Assassin swung down on one of her vines. Silver Cypher's armor hissed and clicked as the cooling systems compensated for the afterburners he'd used to get here. The Gray Gorrilla took the rear, his massive body thro... | Faith. Naïveté. Hope. Fools. The lot of them. I couldn’t stand it. Walking around with their heads held high. They truly believed they were heroes. Human. Strong. Such disgust I felt. I’d have killed them myself if they’d chosen to question me. God knows my blade’s desire.
Heh. Why do I care what God kn... | |
[WP] You are not a good person. Your party was made of good people, and you tried to be good because you liked having allies. But now they're all missing, so they won't see the lengths you're willing to go to to save them. | He took them. He took the only three people who were really willing to give me a chance. The only people who didn't abandon me after seeing me torture someone for information. They made me promise never to go that far again, and I agreed, because having them with me was worth it. He fucking took them, and he was going ... | *Fuck the snow.* Freshly fallen snow carpeted the entire town, the muddy road, the burned out storefronts it wound around, I could even see where it had begun to pile into a townhouse whose roof had given way to a shelling months prior. The only sounds I could hear were the crunching of snow with every next step, and t... | |
[WP] You are not a good person. Your party was made of good people, and you tried to be good because you liked having allies. But now they're all missing, so they won't see the lengths you're willing to go to to save them. |
He was afraid, I could smell it on him. Who wouldn’t be.
“You don’t know what you’re dooming me to.” He said pathetically, struggling with his bonds. I looked up from the dagger I was sharpening and smiled.
“Yes I do.”
That got a reaction out of him. A funny little squeal of fear. I nearly chuckled but kept my com... | *Fuck the snow.* Freshly fallen snow carpeted the entire town, the muddy road, the burned out storefronts it wound around, I could even see where it had begun to pile into a townhouse whose roof had given way to a shelling months prior. The only sounds I could hear were the crunching of snow with every next step, and t... | |
[WP] You are not a good person. Your party was made of good people, and you tried to be good because you liked having allies. But now they're all missing, so they won't see the lengths you're willing to go to to save them. | "You know, when they asked me to join them, they made me swear I had never broken any laws." I looked down at the half-elf staked spread eagle to the floor. "That was actually true. But they didn't think to ask if I had ever done anything, hmm. Morally questionable." I checked the ropes and my supplies. All was well, o... | *Fuck the snow.* Freshly fallen snow carpeted the entire town, the muddy road, the burned out storefronts it wound around, I could even see where it had begun to pile into a townhouse whose roof had given way to a shelling months prior. The only sounds I could hear were the crunching of snow with every next step, and t... | |
[WP] You are not a good person. Your party was made of good people, and you tried to be good because you liked having allies. But now they're all missing, so they won't see the lengths you're willing to go to to save them. | In the muted light of the room, Lakme's 'Flower Duet' played. It almost made for a romantic atmosphere.
Almost.
"You see... Marcus... here's the thing. I'm not what you would call a *good* person."
Marcus O'Reilly sneered up at me from the chair to which I'd tied him. When he came in the door to his palatial estate... | *Fuck the snow.* Freshly fallen snow carpeted the entire town, the muddy road, the burned out storefronts it wound around, I could even see where it had begun to pile into a townhouse whose roof had given way to a shelling months prior. The only sounds I could hear were the crunching of snow with every next step, and t... | |
[WP] You are not a good person. Your party was made of good people, and you tried to be good because you liked having allies. But now they're all missing, so they won't see the lengths you're willing to go to to save them. | "You know, when they asked me to join them, they made me swear I had never broken any laws." I looked down at the half-elf staked spread eagle to the floor. "That was actually true. But they didn't think to ask if I had ever done anything, hmm. Morally questionable." I checked the ropes and my supplies. All was well, o... | Drip. Drip. Drip. Rainwater flows off of the broken glass of the window that Mordecai had just thrown a guard through, pooling on the floor. Was he involved? Unlikely. Was he in the way? Most definitely. Hence why he was in a broken pile, six stories down. His raven hair is slicked back with rainwater, his helmet hangi... | |
[WP] You are not a good person. Your party was made of good people, and you tried to be good because you liked having allies. But now they're all missing, so they won't see the lengths you're willing to go to to save them. | "You know, when they asked me to join them, they made me swear I had never broken any laws." I looked down at the half-elf staked spread eagle to the floor. "That was actually true. But they didn't think to ask if I had ever done anything, hmm. Morally questionable." I checked the ropes and my supplies. All was well, o... | Manny stood by the limply hanging body of a man. The poor fool had run, and gotten himself tangled and mangled by the razorvine that was fairly common in the forest, and as a result had bled out on the ground, where the carnivorous plant's root structure lay.
Manny shook his head and sighed, the thin plant tendrils w... | |
[WP] You are not a good person. Your party was made of good people, and you tried to be good because you liked having allies. But now they're all missing, so they won't see the lengths you're willing to go to to save them. | "You know, when they asked me to join them, they made me swear I had never broken any laws." I looked down at the half-elf staked spread eagle to the floor. "That was actually true. But they didn't think to ask if I had ever done anything, hmm. Morally questionable." I checked the ropes and my supplies. All was well, o... | "Are you sure you want me?"
"Yes!" The dwarf sounded so enthusiastic
"I've stolen from almost everyone including you four!"
"Oh we know" both the elves said in unison
"Ive murdered before for easy money!"
"But they were all shady people, their records were covered in filth" the lizard shot out.
The dwarf walked... | |
[WP] You are not a good person. Your party was made of good people, and you tried to be good because you liked having allies. But now they're all missing, so they won't see the lengths you're willing to go to to save them. | "You know, when they asked me to join them, they made me swear I had never broken any laws." I looked down at the half-elf staked spread eagle to the floor. "That was actually true. But they didn't think to ask if I had ever done anything, hmm. Morally questionable." I checked the ropes and my supplies. All was well, o... | I am simply *not* a 'good' person, I practice dark magic, necromancy, I murder, pillage, and torture, hell I've even made a species or two go completely extinct due to my lack of care for living creatures, but these people are different, and I will go through *any* lengths to find them.
"I swear! I never saw your part... | |
[WP] You are not a good person. Your party was made of good people, and you tried to be good because you liked having allies. But now they're all missing, so they won't see the lengths you're willing to go to to save them. | The portal sparked into life as my last movement completed its arc. You'd think that an energy portal would illuminate the oppressive darkness of the battlefield, but you'd be someone not born of hell. Anyone local would know what to expect. That dank greenness that dampens light instead of emitting it, that unmistaka... | His arm felt cold. A kind of freezing sensation that was not unknown to him but through many years had become unfamiliar. The chill clung to his bones as it crept up to his chest, icy fingers round his heart. With a controlled exhale he felt the discomfort lessen and shrink away before being pushed out of the palm of h... | |
[WP] You are not a good person. Your party was made of good people, and you tried to be good because you liked having allies. But now they're all missing, so they won't see the lengths you're willing to go to to save them. | In the muted light of the room, Lakme's 'Flower Duet' played. It almost made for a romantic atmosphere.
Almost.
"You see... Marcus... here's the thing. I'm not what you would call a *good* person."
Marcus O'Reilly sneered up at me from the chair to which I'd tied him. When he came in the door to his palatial estate... | His arm felt cold. A kind of freezing sensation that was not unknown to him but through many years had become unfamiliar. The chill clung to his bones as it crept up to his chest, icy fingers round his heart. With a controlled exhale he felt the discomfort lessen and shrink away before being pushed out of the palm of h... | |
[WP] You are not a good person. Your party was made of good people, and you tried to be good because you liked having allies. But now they're all missing, so they won't see the lengths you're willing to go to to save them. | "The child, save the child." Henshaw called out to you in if rough Half-Orc voice. Lynanna left her Half-Elf form and shaped changed into her bear formand charged into the enemy, Lejus charged with her. Amun was next you, but he was healing them and holding open the portal. You could see how much this use of magic was ... | His arm felt cold. A kind of freezing sensation that was not unknown to him but through many years had become unfamiliar. The chill clung to his bones as it crept up to his chest, icy fingers round his heart. With a controlled exhale he felt the discomfort lessen and shrink away before being pushed out of the palm of h... | |
[WP] You are not a good person. Your party was made of good people, and you tried to be good because you liked having allies. But now they're all missing, so they won't see the lengths you're willing to go to to save them. | *On some level, I probably care about them. Gods, I need to stop. They don't matter to me. It doesn't matter who they are. They are objectively useful to me. They've helped me achieve my goals and that's all that matters. They're good fighters and I like to have them around in a pinch.*
These thoughts had been plague... | His arm felt cold. A kind of freezing sensation that was not unknown to him but through many years had become unfamiliar. The chill clung to his bones as it crept up to his chest, icy fingers round his heart. With a controlled exhale he felt the discomfort lessen and shrink away before being pushed out of the palm of h... | |
[WP] You are not a good person. Your party was made of good people, and you tried to be good because you liked having allies. But now they're all missing, so they won't see the lengths you're willing to go to to save them. | "Steel City Stalwarts, unite!"
Comet Lad flew in and landed on Sergeant Static's right side. Nightshade Assassin swung down on one of her vines. Silver Cypher's armor hissed and clicked as the cooling systems compensated for the afterburners he'd used to get here. The Gray Gorrilla took the rear, his massive body thro... | His arm felt cold. A kind of freezing sensation that was not unknown to him but through many years had become unfamiliar. The chill clung to his bones as it crept up to his chest, icy fingers round his heart. With a controlled exhale he felt the discomfort lessen and shrink away before being pushed out of the palm of h... | |
[WP] You are not a good person. Your party was made of good people, and you tried to be good because you liked having allies. But now they're all missing, so they won't see the lengths you're willing to go to to save them. | I am a necromancer. My party knows this. Skorndrick Gristle, the Lost, at your service.
In fact, the way I've worked myself out, my spells and my fighting capabilities, I'm probably the strongest member of our party. Do any of them suspect this? No. As far as they're concerned, I'm a good person who just.... helps the... | His arm felt cold. A kind of freezing sensation that was not unknown to him but through many years had become unfamiliar. The chill clung to his bones as it crept up to his chest, icy fingers round his heart. With a controlled exhale he felt the discomfort lessen and shrink away before being pushed out of the palm of h... | |
[WP] You are not a good person. Your party was made of good people, and you tried to be good because you liked having allies. But now they're all missing, so they won't see the lengths you're willing to go to to save them. | In the muted light of the room, Lakme's 'Flower Duet' played. It almost made for a romantic atmosphere.
Almost.
"You see... Marcus... here's the thing. I'm not what you would call a *good* person."
Marcus O'Reilly sneered up at me from the chair to which I'd tied him. When he came in the door to his palatial estate... | The big man in red plunged his hand like a blade between the fourth and fifth rib of the man under him. “Your buddies are all dead,” he rasped, his throat raw from berserker rage. “Tell me where my friends are and I’ll let you live.” His leather-clad fist tightened and the thug moaned. “Don’t tell and I’ll eat your he... | |
[WP] You are not a good person. Your party was made of good people, and you tried to be good because you liked having allies. But now they're all missing, so they won't see the lengths you're willing to go to to save them. | "The child, save the child." Henshaw called out to you in if rough Half-Orc voice. Lynanna left her Half-Elf form and shaped changed into her bear formand charged into the enemy, Lejus charged with her. Amun was next you, but he was healing them and holding open the portal. You could see how much this use of magic was ... | The big man in red plunged his hand like a blade between the fourth and fifth rib of the man under him. “Your buddies are all dead,” he rasped, his throat raw from berserker rage. “Tell me where my friends are and I’ll let you live.” His leather-clad fist tightened and the thug moaned. “Don’t tell and I’ll eat your he... | |
[WP] You are not a good person. Your party was made of good people, and you tried to be good because you liked having allies. But now they're all missing, so they won't see the lengths you're willing to go to to save them. | *On some level, I probably care about them. Gods, I need to stop. They don't matter to me. It doesn't matter who they are. They are objectively useful to me. They've helped me achieve my goals and that's all that matters. They're good fighters and I like to have them around in a pinch.*
These thoughts had been plague... | The big man in red plunged his hand like a blade between the fourth and fifth rib of the man under him. “Your buddies are all dead,” he rasped, his throat raw from berserker rage. “Tell me where my friends are and I’ll let you live.” His leather-clad fist tightened and the thug moaned. “Don’t tell and I’ll eat your he... | |
[WP] You are not a good person. Your party was made of good people, and you tried to be good because you liked having allies. But now they're all missing, so they won't see the lengths you're willing to go to to save them. | "Steel City Stalwarts, unite!"
Comet Lad flew in and landed on Sergeant Static's right side. Nightshade Assassin swung down on one of her vines. Silver Cypher's armor hissed and clicked as the cooling systems compensated for the afterburners he'd used to get here. The Gray Gorrilla took the rear, his massive body thro... | The big man in red plunged his hand like a blade between the fourth and fifth rib of the man under him. “Your buddies are all dead,” he rasped, his throat raw from berserker rage. “Tell me where my friends are and I’ll let you live.” His leather-clad fist tightened and the thug moaned. “Don’t tell and I’ll eat your he... | |
[WP] You are not a good person. Your party was made of good people, and you tried to be good because you liked having allies. But now they're all missing, so they won't see the lengths you're willing to go to to save them. | I am a necromancer. My party knows this. Skorndrick Gristle, the Lost, at your service.
In fact, the way I've worked myself out, my spells and my fighting capabilities, I'm probably the strongest member of our party. Do any of them suspect this? No. As far as they're concerned, I'm a good person who just.... helps the... | The big man in red plunged his hand like a blade between the fourth and fifth rib of the man under him. “Your buddies are all dead,” he rasped, his throat raw from berserker rage. “Tell me where my friends are and I’ll let you live.” His leather-clad fist tightened and the thug moaned. “Don’t tell and I’ll eat your he... | |
[WP] You are not a good person. Your party was made of good people, and you tried to be good because you liked having allies. But now they're all missing, so they won't see the lengths you're willing to go to to save them. | In the muted light of the room, Lakme's 'Flower Duet' played. It almost made for a romantic atmosphere.
Almost.
"You see... Marcus... here's the thing. I'm not what you would call a *good* person."
Marcus O'Reilly sneered up at me from the chair to which I'd tied him. When he came in the door to his palatial estate... | They were good people. That’s always what you heard whenever you went tavern diving or strayed around markets. But, of course, it would always be followed by “but that shady one makes me feel uneasy.” You were that shady one, but you couldn’t really fault them, or get angry. On the whole ‘light-side crusade’ that was ... | |
[WP] You are not a good person. Your party was made of good people, and you tried to be good because you liked having allies. But now they're all missing, so they won't see the lengths you're willing to go to to save them. | *On some level, I probably care about them. Gods, I need to stop. They don't matter to me. It doesn't matter who they are. They are objectively useful to me. They've helped me achieve my goals and that's all that matters. They're good fighters and I like to have them around in a pinch.*
These thoughts had been plague... | They were good people. That’s always what you heard whenever you went tavern diving or strayed around markets. But, of course, it would always be followed by “but that shady one makes me feel uneasy.” You were that shady one, but you couldn’t really fault them, or get angry. On the whole ‘light-side crusade’ that was ... | |
[WP] You are not a good person. Your party was made of good people, and you tried to be good because you liked having allies. But now they're all missing, so they won't see the lengths you're willing to go to to save them. | "Steel City Stalwarts, unite!"
Comet Lad flew in and landed on Sergeant Static's right side. Nightshade Assassin swung down on one of her vines. Silver Cypher's armor hissed and clicked as the cooling systems compensated for the afterburners he'd used to get here. The Gray Gorrilla took the rear, his massive body thro... | They were good people. That’s always what you heard whenever you went tavern diving or strayed around markets. But, of course, it would always be followed by “but that shady one makes me feel uneasy.” You were that shady one, but you couldn’t really fault them, or get angry. On the whole ‘light-side crusade’ that was ... | |
[WP] You are not a good person. Your party was made of good people, and you tried to be good because you liked having allies. But now they're all missing, so they won't see the lengths you're willing to go to to save them. | In the muted light of the room, Lakme's 'Flower Duet' played. It almost made for a romantic atmosphere.
Almost.
"You see... Marcus... here's the thing. I'm not what you would call a *good* person."
Marcus O'Reilly sneered up at me from the chair to which I'd tied him. When he came in the door to his palatial estate... | “I wouldn’t call myself an Evil person, just more of a compulsive liar.” That is what I always told them; I doubt they all got the double-entendre but my reluctance to admit my own faults certainly aided the party on many occasions. “The Party”, a moniker I always used with pleasure after explaining to Paladin Hines th... | |
[WP] You are not a good person. Your party was made of good people, and you tried to be good because you liked having allies. But now they're all missing, so they won't see the lengths you're willing to go to to save them. | *On some level, I probably care about them. Gods, I need to stop. They don't matter to me. It doesn't matter who they are. They are objectively useful to me. They've helped me achieve my goals and that's all that matters. They're good fighters and I like to have them around in a pinch.*
These thoughts had been plague... | “I wouldn’t call myself an Evil person, just more of a compulsive liar.” That is what I always told them; I doubt they all got the double-entendre but my reluctance to admit my own faults certainly aided the party on many occasions. “The Party”, a moniker I always used with pleasure after explaining to Paladin Hines th... | |
[WP] You are not a good person. Your party was made of good people, and you tried to be good because you liked having allies. But now they're all missing, so they won't see the lengths you're willing to go to to save them. | "The child, save the child." Henshaw called out to you in if rough Half-Orc voice. Lynanna left her Half-Elf form and shaped changed into her bear formand charged into the enemy, Lejus charged with her. Amun was next you, but he was healing them and holding open the portal. You could see how much this use of magic was ... | I am not a person. I've was aware of that simple fact when I was a young child scrounging for scraps on the streets, and I am aware of that fact now. When I first met the party, they found me eating the arm of one of the beggars in the district. They'd heard rumors of people disappearing into the night, never to be see... | |
[WP] You are not a good person. Your party was made of good people, and you tried to be good because you liked having allies. But now they're all missing, so they won't see the lengths you're willing to go to to save them. | *On some level, I probably care about them. Gods, I need to stop. They don't matter to me. It doesn't matter who they are. They are objectively useful to me. They've helped me achieve my goals and that's all that matters. They're good fighters and I like to have them around in a pinch.*
These thoughts had been plague... | I am not a person. I've was aware of that simple fact when I was a young child scrounging for scraps on the streets, and I am aware of that fact now. When I first met the party, they found me eating the arm of one of the beggars in the district. They'd heard rumors of people disappearing into the night, never to be see... | |
[WP] You are not a good person. Your party was made of good people, and you tried to be good because you liked having allies. But now they're all missing, so they won't see the lengths you're willing to go to to save them. | I woke to the sound of footsteps. First thing I noticed was that it was pitch dark. Second thing I noticed was that I had a killer hangover. How much did I end up drinking last night? Let’s see… We got paid, we went for drinks at Art’s, Wes tried to flirt with the waitress, cap had a spat with Artie and... we got kicke... | I am not a person. I've was aware of that simple fact when I was a young child scrounging for scraps on the streets, and I am aware of that fact now. When I first met the party, they found me eating the arm of one of the beggars in the district. They'd heard rumors of people disappearing into the night, never to be see... | |
[WP] You are not a good person. Your party was made of good people, and you tried to be good because you liked having allies. But now they're all missing, so they won't see the lengths you're willing to go to to save them. | After my parents died early on in my life, I wasn't the same cheerful person I always was. I started taking dangerous missions and fighting monsters I could barely beat on my own. I was aimless, without a purpose, trying to fill an endless void with mere adrenaline.
It didn't work. But I was lucky, because it was at m... | I am not a person. I've was aware of that simple fact when I was a young child scrounging for scraps on the streets, and I am aware of that fact now. When I first met the party, they found me eating the arm of one of the beggars in the district. They'd heard rumors of people disappearing into the night, never to be see... | |
[WP] You are not a good person. Your party was made of good people, and you tried to be good because you liked having allies. But now they're all missing, so they won't see the lengths you're willing to go to to save them. | "Steel City Stalwarts, unite!"
Comet Lad flew in and landed on Sergeant Static's right side. Nightshade Assassin swung down on one of her vines. Silver Cypher's armor hissed and clicked as the cooling systems compensated for the afterburners he'd used to get here. The Gray Gorrilla took the rear, his massive body thro... | I am not a person. I've was aware of that simple fact when I was a young child scrounging for scraps on the streets, and I am aware of that fact now. When I first met the party, they found me eating the arm of one of the beggars in the district. They'd heard rumors of people disappearing into the night, never to be see... | |
[WP] You are not a good person. Your party was made of good people, and you tried to be good because you liked having allies. But now they're all missing, so they won't see the lengths you're willing to go to to save them. | I am a necromancer. My party knows this. Skorndrick Gristle, the Lost, at your service.
In fact, the way I've worked myself out, my spells and my fighting capabilities, I'm probably the strongest member of our party. Do any of them suspect this? No. As far as they're concerned, I'm a good person who just.... helps the... | I am not a person. I've was aware of that simple fact when I was a young child scrounging for scraps on the streets, and I am aware of that fact now. When I first met the party, they found me eating the arm of one of the beggars in the district. They'd heard rumors of people disappearing into the night, never to be see... | |
[WP] You are not a good person. Your party was made of good people, and you tried to be good because you liked having allies. But now they're all missing, so they won't see the lengths you're willing to go to to save them. | "The child, save the child." Henshaw called out to you in if rough Half-Orc voice. Lynanna left her Half-Elf form and shaped changed into her bear formand charged into the enemy, Lejus charged with her. Amun was next you, but he was healing them and holding open the portal. You could see how much this use of magic was ... | The portal sparked into life as my last movement completed its arc. You'd think that an energy portal would illuminate the oppressive darkness of the battlefield, but you'd be someone not born of hell. Anyone local would know what to expect. That dank greenness that dampens light instead of emitting it, that unmistaka... | |
[WP] You are not a good person. Your party was made of good people, and you tried to be good because you liked having allies. But now they're all missing, so they won't see the lengths you're willing to go to to save them. | *On some level, I probably care about them. Gods, I need to stop. They don't matter to me. It doesn't matter who they are. They are objectively useful to me. They've helped me achieve my goals and that's all that matters. They're good fighters and I like to have them around in a pinch.*
These thoughts had been plague... | The portal sparked into life as my last movement completed its arc. You'd think that an energy portal would illuminate the oppressive darkness of the battlefield, but you'd be someone not born of hell. Anyone local would know what to expect. That dank greenness that dampens light instead of emitting it, that unmistaka... | |
[WP] You are not a good person. Your party was made of good people, and you tried to be good because you liked having allies. But now they're all missing, so they won't see the lengths you're willing to go to to save them. | "Steel City Stalwarts, unite!"
Comet Lad flew in and landed on Sergeant Static's right side. Nightshade Assassin swung down on one of her vines. Silver Cypher's armor hissed and clicked as the cooling systems compensated for the afterburners he'd used to get here. The Gray Gorrilla took the rear, his massive body thro... | The portal sparked into life as my last movement completed its arc. You'd think that an energy portal would illuminate the oppressive darkness of the battlefield, but you'd be someone not born of hell. Anyone local would know what to expect. That dank greenness that dampens light instead of emitting it, that unmistaka... | |
[WP] You are not a good person. Your party was made of good people, and you tried to be good because you liked having allies. But now they're all missing, so they won't see the lengths you're willing to go to to save them. | I am a necromancer. My party knows this. Skorndrick Gristle, the Lost, at your service.
In fact, the way I've worked myself out, my spells and my fighting capabilities, I'm probably the strongest member of our party. Do any of them suspect this? No. As far as they're concerned, I'm a good person who just.... helps the... | The portal sparked into life as my last movement completed its arc. You'd think that an energy portal would illuminate the oppressive darkness of the battlefield, but you'd be someone not born of hell. Anyone local would know what to expect. That dank greenness that dampens light instead of emitting it, that unmistaka... | |
[WP] You are not a good person. Your party was made of good people, and you tried to be good because you liked having allies. But now they're all missing, so they won't see the lengths you're willing to go to to save them. | "Steel City Stalwarts, unite!"
Comet Lad flew in and landed on Sergeant Static's right side. Nightshade Assassin swung down on one of her vines. Silver Cypher's armor hissed and clicked as the cooling systems compensated for the afterburners he'd used to get here. The Gray Gorrilla took the rear, his massive body thro... | "The child, save the child." Henshaw called out to you in if rough Half-Orc voice. Lynanna left her Half-Elf form and shaped changed into her bear formand charged into the enemy, Lejus charged with her. Amun was next you, but he was healing them and holding open the portal. You could see how much this use of magic was ... | |
[WP] You are not a good person. Your party was made of good people, and you tried to be good because you liked having allies. But now they're all missing, so they won't see the lengths you're willing to go to to save them. | I am a necromancer. My party knows this. Skorndrick Gristle, the Lost, at your service.
In fact, the way I've worked myself out, my spells and my fighting capabilities, I'm probably the strongest member of our party. Do any of them suspect this? No. As far as they're concerned, I'm a good person who just.... helps the... | "The child, save the child." Henshaw called out to you in if rough Half-Orc voice. Lynanna left her Half-Elf form and shaped changed into her bear formand charged into the enemy, Lejus charged with her. Amun was next you, but he was healing them and holding open the portal. You could see how much this use of magic was ... | |
[WP] You are not a good person. Your party was made of good people, and you tried to be good because you liked having allies. But now they're all missing, so they won't see the lengths you're willing to go to to save them. | "Wakey wakey!" A sing-song greeting poked the first hole in the haze filling the man's head. The armchair beneath him felt strangely hard and unfortable, and his limbs didn't seem to want to move. The grogginess and discomfort after a night of drinking, he was used to. The voice rousing him, not so much.
The har... | I was a mere child when I sold my soul to the devil and for 100 happy years I lived in death and blood. I came to be known as the reaper. Wherever my Dark Lord sent me I would leave it in blood and ruins. I loved my life, loved the feel of a beating heart in my hands, the screams of my enemies as I walked in, the smell... | |
[WP] You are not a good person. Your party was made of good people, and you tried to be good because you liked having allies. But now they're all missing, so they won't see the lengths you're willing to go to to save them. | After my parents died early on in my life, I wasn't the same cheerful person I always was. I started taking dangerous missions and fighting monsters I could barely beat on my own. I was aimless, without a purpose, trying to fill an endless void with mere adrenaline.
It didn't work. But I was lucky, because it was at m... | I was a mere child when I sold my soul to the devil and for 100 happy years I lived in death and blood. I came to be known as the reaper. Wherever my Dark Lord sent me I would leave it in blood and ruins. I loved my life, loved the feel of a beating heart in my hands, the screams of my enemies as I walked in, the smell... | |
[WP] You are not a good person. Your party was made of good people, and you tried to be good because you liked having allies. But now they're all missing, so they won't see the lengths you're willing to go to to save them. | Black hardened leather, oiled to easy silence, gave a softer creak than the roofbeam the black-furred Suthay-Raht trod along its length. Below, in the Great Hall of High Rock, the 'good' Lord Malthon and his cronies feasted. Kasim-dar knew that Malthon was secretly a Wormking agent. He knew that he had been called on b... | I was a mere child when I sold my soul to the devil and for 100 happy years I lived in death and blood. I came to be known as the reaper. Wherever my Dark Lord sent me I would leave it in blood and ruins. I loved my life, loved the feel of a beating heart in my hands, the screams of my enemies as I walked in, the smell... | |
[WP] You are not a good person. Your party was made of good people, and you tried to be good because you liked having allies. But now they're all missing, so they won't see the lengths you're willing to go to to save them. | "Steel City Stalwarts, unite!"
Comet Lad flew in and landed on Sergeant Static's right side. Nightshade Assassin swung down on one of her vines. Silver Cypher's armor hissed and clicked as the cooling systems compensated for the afterburners he'd used to get here. The Gray Gorrilla took the rear, his massive body thro... | I was a mere child when I sold my soul to the devil and for 100 happy years I lived in death and blood. I came to be known as the reaper. Wherever my Dark Lord sent me I would leave it in blood and ruins. I loved my life, loved the feel of a beating heart in my hands, the screams of my enemies as I walked in, the smell... | |
[WP] You are not a good person. Your party was made of good people, and you tried to be good because you liked having allies. But now they're all missing, so they won't see the lengths you're willing to go to to save them. | The whispers are always there. They’re in everyone. It’s that pull, that voice that sounds like a friend or distant parent. Softly, gently, but oh so forcefully encouraging you to embrace it.
Few accept. Fewer still are able to rid themselves of the voice. More than a few listen, but simply shake their heads and go o... | I was a mere child when I sold my soul to the devil and for 100 happy years I lived in death and blood. I came to be known as the reaper. Wherever my Dark Lord sent me I would leave it in blood and ruins. I loved my life, loved the feel of a beating heart in my hands, the screams of my enemies as I walked in, the smell... | |
[WP] You are not a good person. Your party was made of good people, and you tried to be good because you liked having allies. But now they're all missing, so they won't see the lengths you're willing to go to to save them. | Drascar. Every black market, mafia, and crime syndicate on the continent can be traced back to this city, so much so that it's often called the City of Thieves. When the others went missing I knew I had to pay a visit to my old home town.
Even just walking down the road through the outskirts of the town you can feel t... | I was a mere child when I sold my soul to the devil and for 100 happy years I lived in death and blood. I came to be known as the reaper. Wherever my Dark Lord sent me I would leave it in blood and ruins. I loved my life, loved the feel of a beating heart in my hands, the screams of my enemies as I walked in, the smell... | |
[WP] You are not a good person. Your party was made of good people, and you tried to be good because you liked having allies. But now they're all missing, so they won't see the lengths you're willing to go to to save them. | I am a necromancer. My party knows this. Skorndrick Gristle, the Lost, at your service.
In fact, the way I've worked myself out, my spells and my fighting capabilities, I'm probably the strongest member of our party. Do any of them suspect this? No. As far as they're concerned, I'm a good person who just.... helps the... | I was a mere child when I sold my soul to the devil and for 100 happy years I lived in death and blood. I came to be known as the reaper. Wherever my Dark Lord sent me I would leave it in blood and ruins. I loved my life, loved the feel of a beating heart in my hands, the screams of my enemies as I walked in, the smell... | |
[WP] You are not a good person. Your party was made of good people, and you tried to be good because you liked having allies. But now they're all missing, so they won't see the lengths you're willing to go to to save them. | My party-my friends-have been missing for almost a week. We were supposed to meet up near the church and...they never showed. Lucky for me the church's priest invited me in, and allowed me to stay for the night last night. The climate had gotten cold, and our locksmith rogue kept the money safe, so I had none for an in... | I was a mere child when I sold my soul to the devil and for 100 happy years I lived in death and blood. I came to be known as the reaper. Wherever my Dark Lord sent me I would leave it in blood and ruins. I loved my life, loved the feel of a beating heart in my hands, the screams of my enemies as I walked in, the smell... | |
[WP] You are not a good person. Your party was made of good people, and you tried to be good because you liked having allies. But now they're all missing, so they won't see the lengths you're willing to go to to save them. | Help those in need. Protect the innocent. No one is beyond redemption. These are the rules I’ve lived by since joining up with The Good Guys, the name we gave ourselves when we set out to free the hamlets from the grips of a tyrant. My only friends.
Eve was the one who brought me in to the group. A court jester turne... | I was a mere child when I sold my soul to the devil and for 100 happy years I lived in death and blood. I came to be known as the reaper. Wherever my Dark Lord sent me I would leave it in blood and ruins. I loved my life, loved the feel of a beating heart in my hands, the screams of my enemies as I walked in, the smell... | |
[WP] You are not a good person. Your party was made of good people, and you tried to be good because you liked having allies. But now they're all missing, so they won't see the lengths you're willing to go to to save them. | As I walk down the grand marble hall two guards approach me, probably about to stop me and ask me for a permit but before they can do that I just pull out my sabers and slice them in half.
They used to be silver with the plasma flowing off of their edges green like the flourishing grass of my homeland but now... now t... | I was a mere child when I sold my soul to the devil and for 100 happy years I lived in death and blood. I came to be known as the reaper. Wherever my Dark Lord sent me I would leave it in blood and ruins. I loved my life, loved the feel of a beating heart in my hands, the screams of my enemies as I walked in, the smell... | |
[WP] You are not a good person. Your party was made of good people, and you tried to be good because you liked having allies. But now they're all missing, so they won't see the lengths you're willing to go to to save them. | She offered me water.
In the middle of the Death Forge Desert, water was worth more than gold. Worth more than magic even, as most of us need it for even basic spellwork. It was as if she didn't care or mind that offering it to me could spell her own doom. She was right to, in any case. I am one of the best friends sh... | I was a mere child when I sold my soul to the devil and for 100 happy years I lived in death and blood. I came to be known as the reaper. Wherever my Dark Lord sent me I would leave it in blood and ruins. I loved my life, loved the feel of a beating heart in my hands, the screams of my enemies as I walked in, the smell... | |
[WP] You are not a good person. Your party was made of good people, and you tried to be good because you liked having allies. But now they're all missing, so they won't see the lengths you're willing to go to to save them. |
I killed the first guard as he was taking a piss. My footsteps were drowned out by laughter from the party in the room next door. He stank and swayed like he had been partaking in the revelry himself. I slit his throat with my boot knife and pillaged his belongings before slowly lowering his body into the latrine h... | I was a mere child when I sold my soul to the devil and for 100 happy years I lived in death and blood. I came to be known as the reaper. Wherever my Dark Lord sent me I would leave it in blood and ruins. I loved my life, loved the feel of a beating heart in my hands, the screams of my enemies as I walked in, the smell... | |
[WP] You are not a good person. Your party was made of good people, and you tried to be good because you liked having allies. But now they're all missing, so they won't see the lengths you're willing to go to to save them. | A grin on Silas' face.
Sickly green lightning, coursing through his veins, occasionally sparking out from the bare skin. The ground beneath his feet scorching, with leaves hovering the air from the static spread by him.
One guard fell. And another. Pure, unbridled power, kept secret for so long. He never dared to ... | I was a mere child when I sold my soul to the devil and for 100 happy years I lived in death and blood. I came to be known as the reaper. Wherever my Dark Lord sent me I would leave it in blood and ruins. I loved my life, loved the feel of a beating heart in my hands, the screams of my enemies as I walked in, the smell... | |
[WP] You are not a good person. Your party was made of good people, and you tried to be good because you liked having allies. But now they're all missing, so they won't see the lengths you're willing to go to to save them. | "I good girl." Said the scruffy black cat.
The orc jailer squinted down at the talking feline. He was a great green brute of an orc, and was the very last line of defense in the intricate cave system of the Western Mountain Orc Prison.
The orc jailer usually delighted in having wild rats pass by his post at night, ... | I was a mere child when I sold my soul to the devil and for 100 happy years I lived in death and blood. I came to be known as the reaper. Wherever my Dark Lord sent me I would leave it in blood and ruins. I loved my life, loved the feel of a beating heart in my hands, the screams of my enemies as I walked in, the smell... | |
[WP] You are not a good person. Your party was made of good people, and you tried to be good because you liked having allies. But now they're all missing, so they won't see the lengths you're willing to go to to save them. | "Wakey wakey!" A sing-song greeting poked the first hole in the haze filling the man's head. The armchair beneath him felt strangely hard and unfortable, and his limbs didn't seem to want to move. The grogginess and discomfort after a night of drinking, he was used to. The voice rousing him, not so much.
The har... | John felt the pounding in his head before he had even opened his eyes. As the fog in his mind began to clear he discovered that he was unable to move. He sat upright, tightly bound to a chair in an abandoned bar. The only light in the room came from two filthy windows by the door and a lantern that hung from the ceilin... | |
[WP] You are not a good person. Your party was made of good people, and you tried to be good because you liked having allies. But now they're all missing, so they won't see the lengths you're willing to go to to save them. | After my parents died early on in my life, I wasn't the same cheerful person I always was. I started taking dangerous missions and fighting monsters I could barely beat on my own. I was aimless, without a purpose, trying to fill an endless void with mere adrenaline.
It didn't work. But I was lucky, because it was at m... | John felt the pounding in his head before he had even opened his eyes. As the fog in his mind began to clear he discovered that he was unable to move. He sat upright, tightly bound to a chair in an abandoned bar. The only light in the room came from two filthy windows by the door and a lantern that hung from the ceilin... | |
[WP] You are not a good person. Your party was made of good people, and you tried to be good because you liked having allies. But now they're all missing, so they won't see the lengths you're willing to go to to save them. | Black hardened leather, oiled to easy silence, gave a softer creak than the roofbeam the black-furred Suthay-Raht trod along its length. Below, in the Great Hall of High Rock, the 'good' Lord Malthon and his cronies feasted. Kasim-dar knew that Malthon was secretly a Wormking agent. He knew that he had been called on b... | John felt the pounding in his head before he had even opened his eyes. As the fog in his mind began to clear he discovered that he was unable to move. He sat upright, tightly bound to a chair in an abandoned bar. The only light in the room came from two filthy windows by the door and a lantern that hung from the ceilin... | |
[WP] You are not a good person. Your party was made of good people, and you tried to be good because you liked having allies. But now they're all missing, so they won't see the lengths you're willing to go to to save them. | "Steel City Stalwarts, unite!"
Comet Lad flew in and landed on Sergeant Static's right side. Nightshade Assassin swung down on one of her vines. Silver Cypher's armor hissed and clicked as the cooling systems compensated for the afterburners he'd used to get here. The Gray Gorrilla took the rear, his massive body thro... | John felt the pounding in his head before he had even opened his eyes. As the fog in his mind began to clear he discovered that he was unable to move. He sat upright, tightly bound to a chair in an abandoned bar. The only light in the room came from two filthy windows by the door and a lantern that hung from the ceilin... | |
[WP] You are not a good person. Your party was made of good people, and you tried to be good because you liked having allies. But now they're all missing, so they won't see the lengths you're willing to go to to save them. | Drascar. Every black market, mafia, and crime syndicate on the continent can be traced back to this city, so much so that it's often called the City of Thieves. When the others went missing I knew I had to pay a visit to my old home town.
Even just walking down the road through the outskirts of the town you can feel t... | John felt the pounding in his head before he had even opened his eyes. As the fog in his mind began to clear he discovered that he was unable to move. He sat upright, tightly bound to a chair in an abandoned bar. The only light in the room came from two filthy windows by the door and a lantern that hung from the ceilin... | |
[WP] You are not a good person. Your party was made of good people, and you tried to be good because you liked having allies. But now they're all missing, so they won't see the lengths you're willing to go to to save them. | I am a necromancer. My party knows this. Skorndrick Gristle, the Lost, at your service.
In fact, the way I've worked myself out, my spells and my fighting capabilities, I'm probably the strongest member of our party. Do any of them suspect this? No. As far as they're concerned, I'm a good person who just.... helps the... | John felt the pounding in his head before he had even opened his eyes. As the fog in his mind began to clear he discovered that he was unable to move. He sat upright, tightly bound to a chair in an abandoned bar. The only light in the room came from two filthy windows by the door and a lantern that hung from the ceilin... | |
[WP] You are not a good person. Your party was made of good people, and you tried to be good because you liked having allies. But now they're all missing, so they won't see the lengths you're willing to go to to save them. | My party-my friends-have been missing for almost a week. We were supposed to meet up near the church and...they never showed. Lucky for me the church's priest invited me in, and allowed me to stay for the night last night. The climate had gotten cold, and our locksmith rogue kept the money safe, so I had none for an in... | John felt the pounding in his head before he had even opened his eyes. As the fog in his mind began to clear he discovered that he was unable to move. He sat upright, tightly bound to a chair in an abandoned bar. The only light in the room came from two filthy windows by the door and a lantern that hung from the ceilin... | |
[WP] You are not a good person. Your party was made of good people, and you tried to be good because you liked having allies. But now they're all missing, so they won't see the lengths you're willing to go to to save them. | Help those in need. Protect the innocent. No one is beyond redemption. These are the rules I’ve lived by since joining up with The Good Guys, the name we gave ourselves when we set out to free the hamlets from the grips of a tyrant. My only friends.
Eve was the one who brought me in to the group. A court jester turne... | John felt the pounding in his head before he had even opened his eyes. As the fog in his mind began to clear he discovered that he was unable to move. He sat upright, tightly bound to a chair in an abandoned bar. The only light in the room came from two filthy windows by the door and a lantern that hung from the ceilin... | |
[WP] You are not a good person. Your party was made of good people, and you tried to be good because you liked having allies. But now they're all missing, so they won't see the lengths you're willing to go to to save them. | A grin on Silas' face.
Sickly green lightning, coursing through his veins, occasionally sparking out from the bare skin. The ground beneath his feet scorching, with leaves hovering the air from the static spread by him.
One guard fell. And another. Pure, unbridled power, kept secret for so long. He never dared to ... | John felt the pounding in his head before he had even opened his eyes. As the fog in his mind began to clear he discovered that he was unable to move. He sat upright, tightly bound to a chair in an abandoned bar. The only light in the room came from two filthy windows by the door and a lantern that hung from the ceilin... | |
[WP] You are not a good person. Your party was made of good people, and you tried to be good because you liked having allies. But now they're all missing, so they won't see the lengths you're willing to go to to save them. | "I good girl." Said the scruffy black cat.
The orc jailer squinted down at the talking feline. He was a great green brute of an orc, and was the very last line of defense in the intricate cave system of the Western Mountain Orc Prison.
The orc jailer usually delighted in having wild rats pass by his post at night, ... | John felt the pounding in his head before he had even opened his eyes. As the fog in his mind began to clear he discovered that he was unable to move. He sat upright, tightly bound to a chair in an abandoned bar. The only light in the room came from two filthy windows by the door and a lantern that hung from the ceilin... | |
[WP] You are not a good person. Your party was made of good people, and you tried to be good because you liked having allies. But now they're all missing, so they won't see the lengths you're willing to go to to save them. | "Wakey wakey!" A sing-song greeting poked the first hole in the haze filling the man's head. The armchair beneath him felt strangely hard and unfortable, and his limbs didn't seem to want to move. The grogginess and discomfort after a night of drinking, he was used to. The voice rousing him, not so much.
The har... | The room was thick with the smell of iron. The smell of blood. A cry of pain rings through the room. A cry of agony.
"What happens when you bring light into a dark room... what was your name again? It seems it slipped my mind in the confusion." The mans calm dread voice queried.
"Aaa.... aaa... Albert" came the stutt... | |
[WP] You are not a good person. Your party was made of good people, and you tried to be good because you liked having allies. But now they're all missing, so they won't see the lengths you're willing to go to to save them. | After my parents died early on in my life, I wasn't the same cheerful person I always was. I started taking dangerous missions and fighting monsters I could barely beat on my own. I was aimless, without a purpose, trying to fill an endless void with mere adrenaline.
It didn't work. But I was lucky, because it was at m... | The room was thick with the smell of iron. The smell of blood. A cry of pain rings through the room. A cry of agony.
"What happens when you bring light into a dark room... what was your name again? It seems it slipped my mind in the confusion." The mans calm dread voice queried.
"Aaa.... aaa... Albert" came the stutt... | |
[WP] You are not a good person. Your party was made of good people, and you tried to be good because you liked having allies. But now they're all missing, so they won't see the lengths you're willing to go to to save them. | "Steel City Stalwarts, unite!"
Comet Lad flew in and landed on Sergeant Static's right side. Nightshade Assassin swung down on one of her vines. Silver Cypher's armor hissed and clicked as the cooling systems compensated for the afterburners he'd used to get here. The Gray Gorrilla took the rear, his massive body thro... | The room was thick with the smell of iron. The smell of blood. A cry of pain rings through the room. A cry of agony.
"What happens when you bring light into a dark room... what was your name again? It seems it slipped my mind in the confusion." The mans calm dread voice queried.
"Aaa.... aaa... Albert" came the stutt... | |
[WP] You are not a good person. Your party was made of good people, and you tried to be good because you liked having allies. But now they're all missing, so they won't see the lengths you're willing to go to to save them. | Drascar. Every black market, mafia, and crime syndicate on the continent can be traced back to this city, so much so that it's often called the City of Thieves. When the others went missing I knew I had to pay a visit to my old home town.
Even just walking down the road through the outskirts of the town you can feel t... | The room was thick with the smell of iron. The smell of blood. A cry of pain rings through the room. A cry of agony.
"What happens when you bring light into a dark room... what was your name again? It seems it slipped my mind in the confusion." The mans calm dread voice queried.
"Aaa.... aaa... Albert" came the stutt... | |
[WP] You are not a good person. Your party was made of good people, and you tried to be good because you liked having allies. But now they're all missing, so they won't see the lengths you're willing to go to to save them. | I am a necromancer. My party knows this. Skorndrick Gristle, the Lost, at your service.
In fact, the way I've worked myself out, my spells and my fighting capabilities, I'm probably the strongest member of our party. Do any of them suspect this? No. As far as they're concerned, I'm a good person who just.... helps the... | The room was thick with the smell of iron. The smell of blood. A cry of pain rings through the room. A cry of agony.
"What happens when you bring light into a dark room... what was your name again? It seems it slipped my mind in the confusion." The mans calm dread voice queried.
"Aaa.... aaa... Albert" came the stutt... | |
[WP] You are not a good person. Your party was made of good people, and you tried to be good because you liked having allies. But now they're all missing, so they won't see the lengths you're willing to go to to save them. | My party-my friends-have been missing for almost a week. We were supposed to meet up near the church and...they never showed. Lucky for me the church's priest invited me in, and allowed me to stay for the night last night. The climate had gotten cold, and our locksmith rogue kept the money safe, so I had none for an in... | The room was thick with the smell of iron. The smell of blood. A cry of pain rings through the room. A cry of agony.
"What happens when you bring light into a dark room... what was your name again? It seems it slipped my mind in the confusion." The mans calm dread voice queried.
"Aaa.... aaa... Albert" came the stutt... | |
[WP] You are not a good person. Your party was made of good people, and you tried to be good because you liked having allies. But now they're all missing, so they won't see the lengths you're willing to go to to save them. | Help those in need. Protect the innocent. No one is beyond redemption. These are the rules I’ve lived by since joining up with The Good Guys, the name we gave ourselves when we set out to free the hamlets from the grips of a tyrant. My only friends.
Eve was the one who brought me in to the group. A court jester turne... | The room was thick with the smell of iron. The smell of blood. A cry of pain rings through the room. A cry of agony.
"What happens when you bring light into a dark room... what was your name again? It seems it slipped my mind in the confusion." The mans calm dread voice queried.
"Aaa.... aaa... Albert" came the stutt... | |
[WP] You are not a good person. Your party was made of good people, and you tried to be good because you liked having allies. But now they're all missing, so they won't see the lengths you're willing to go to to save them. | "I good girl." Said the scruffy black cat.
The orc jailer squinted down at the talking feline. He was a great green brute of an orc, and was the very last line of defense in the intricate cave system of the Western Mountain Orc Prison.
The orc jailer usually delighted in having wild rats pass by his post at night, ... | The room was thick with the smell of iron. The smell of blood. A cry of pain rings through the room. A cry of agony.
"What happens when you bring light into a dark room... what was your name again? It seems it slipped my mind in the confusion." The mans calm dread voice queried.
"Aaa.... aaa... Albert" came the stutt... | |
[WP] You are not a good person. Your party was made of good people, and you tried to be good because you liked having allies. But now they're all missing, so they won't see the lengths you're willing to go to to save them. | After my parents died early on in my life, I wasn't the same cheerful person I always was. I started taking dangerous missions and fighting monsters I could barely beat on my own. I was aimless, without a purpose, trying to fill an endless void with mere adrenaline.
It didn't work. But I was lucky, because it was at m... | I woke to the sound of footsteps. First thing I noticed was that it was pitch dark. Second thing I noticed was that I had a killer hangover. How much did I end up drinking last night? Let’s see… We got paid, we went for drinks at Art’s, Wes tried to flirt with the waitress, cap had a spat with Artie and... we got kicke... | |
[WP] You are not a good person. Your party was made of good people, and you tried to be good because you liked having allies. But now they're all missing, so they won't see the lengths you're willing to go to to save them. | "Steel City Stalwarts, unite!"
Comet Lad flew in and landed on Sergeant Static's right side. Nightshade Assassin swung down on one of her vines. Silver Cypher's armor hissed and clicked as the cooling systems compensated for the afterburners he'd used to get here. The Gray Gorrilla took the rear, his massive body thro... | I woke to the sound of footsteps. First thing I noticed was that it was pitch dark. Second thing I noticed was that I had a killer hangover. How much did I end up drinking last night? Let’s see… We got paid, we went for drinks at Art’s, Wes tried to flirt with the waitress, cap had a spat with Artie and... we got kicke... | |
[WP] You are not a good person. Your party was made of good people, and you tried to be good because you liked having allies. But now they're all missing, so they won't see the lengths you're willing to go to to save them. | I am a necromancer. My party knows this. Skorndrick Gristle, the Lost, at your service.
In fact, the way I've worked myself out, my spells and my fighting capabilities, I'm probably the strongest member of our party. Do any of them suspect this? No. As far as they're concerned, I'm a good person who just.... helps the... | I woke to the sound of footsteps. First thing I noticed was that it was pitch dark. Second thing I noticed was that I had a killer hangover. How much did I end up drinking last night? Let’s see… We got paid, we went for drinks at Art’s, Wes tried to flirt with the waitress, cap had a spat with Artie and... we got kicke... | |
[WP] You are not a good person. Your party was made of good people, and you tried to be good because you liked having allies. But now they're all missing, so they won't see the lengths you're willing to go to to save them. | "Steel City Stalwarts, unite!"
Comet Lad flew in and landed on Sergeant Static's right side. Nightshade Assassin swung down on one of her vines. Silver Cypher's armor hissed and clicked as the cooling systems compensated for the afterburners he'd used to get here. The Gray Gorrilla took the rear, his massive body thro... | "Wakey wakey!" A sing-song greeting poked the first hole in the haze filling the man's head. The armchair beneath him felt strangely hard and unfortable, and his limbs didn't seem to want to move. The grogginess and discomfort after a night of drinking, he was used to. The voice rousing him, not so much.
The har... | |
[WP] You are not a good person. Your party was made of good people, and you tried to be good because you liked having allies. But now they're all missing, so they won't see the lengths you're willing to go to to save them. | I am a necromancer. My party knows this. Skorndrick Gristle, the Lost, at your service.
In fact, the way I've worked myself out, my spells and my fighting capabilities, I'm probably the strongest member of our party. Do any of them suspect this? No. As far as they're concerned, I'm a good person who just.... helps the... | "Wakey wakey!" A sing-song greeting poked the first hole in the haze filling the man's head. The armchair beneath him felt strangely hard and unfortable, and his limbs didn't seem to want to move. The grogginess and discomfort after a night of drinking, he was used to. The voice rousing him, not so much.
The har... | |
[WP] You are not a good person. Your party was made of good people, and you tried to be good because you liked having allies. But now they're all missing, so they won't see the lengths you're willing to go to to save them. | My party-my friends-have been missing for almost a week. We were supposed to meet up near the church and...they never showed. Lucky for me the church's priest invited me in, and allowed me to stay for the night last night. The climate had gotten cold, and our locksmith rogue kept the money safe, so I had none for an in... | "Wakey wakey!" A sing-song greeting poked the first hole in the haze filling the man's head. The armchair beneath him felt strangely hard and unfortable, and his limbs didn't seem to want to move. The grogginess and discomfort after a night of drinking, he was used to. The voice rousing him, not so much.
The har... | |
[WP] You are not a good person. Your party was made of good people, and you tried to be good because you liked having allies. But now they're all missing, so they won't see the lengths you're willing to go to to save them. | Help those in need. Protect the innocent. No one is beyond redemption. These are the rules I’ve lived by since joining up with The Good Guys, the name we gave ourselves when we set out to free the hamlets from the grips of a tyrant. My only friends.
Eve was the one who brought me in to the group. A court jester turne... | "Wakey wakey!" A sing-song greeting poked the first hole in the haze filling the man's head. The armchair beneath him felt strangely hard and unfortable, and his limbs didn't seem to want to move. The grogginess and discomfort after a night of drinking, he was used to. The voice rousing him, not so much.
The har... | |
[WP] You are not a good person. Your party was made of good people, and you tried to be good because you liked having allies. But now they're all missing, so they won't see the lengths you're willing to go to to save them. | "Steel City Stalwarts, unite!"
Comet Lad flew in and landed on Sergeant Static's right side. Nightshade Assassin swung down on one of her vines. Silver Cypher's armor hissed and clicked as the cooling systems compensated for the afterburners he'd used to get here. The Gray Gorrilla took the rear, his massive body thro... | After my parents died early on in my life, I wasn't the same cheerful person I always was. I started taking dangerous missions and fighting monsters I could barely beat on my own. I was aimless, without a purpose, trying to fill an endless void with mere adrenaline.
It didn't work. But I was lucky, because it was at m... | |
[WP] You are not a good person. Your party was made of good people, and you tried to be good because you liked having allies. But now they're all missing, so they won't see the lengths you're willing to go to to save them. | I am a necromancer. My party knows this. Skorndrick Gristle, the Lost, at your service.
In fact, the way I've worked myself out, my spells and my fighting capabilities, I'm probably the strongest member of our party. Do any of them suspect this? No. As far as they're concerned, I'm a good person who just.... helps the... | After my parents died early on in my life, I wasn't the same cheerful person I always was. I started taking dangerous missions and fighting monsters I could barely beat on my own. I was aimless, without a purpose, trying to fill an endless void with mere adrenaline.
It didn't work. But I was lucky, because it was at m... | |
[WP] You are not a good person. Your party was made of good people, and you tried to be good because you liked having allies. But now they're all missing, so they won't see the lengths you're willing to go to to save them. | "Steel City Stalwarts, unite!"
Comet Lad flew in and landed on Sergeant Static's right side. Nightshade Assassin swung down on one of her vines. Silver Cypher's armor hissed and clicked as the cooling systems compensated for the afterburners he'd used to get here. The Gray Gorrilla took the rear, his massive body thro... | Black hardened leather, oiled to easy silence, gave a softer creak than the roofbeam the black-furred Suthay-Raht trod along its length. Below, in the Great Hall of High Rock, the 'good' Lord Malthon and his cronies feasted. Kasim-dar knew that Malthon was secretly a Wormking agent. He knew that he had been called on b... | |
[WP] You are not a good person. Your party was made of good people, and you tried to be good because you liked having allies. But now they're all missing, so they won't see the lengths you're willing to go to to save them. | Drascar. Every black market, mafia, and crime syndicate on the continent can be traced back to this city, so much so that it's often called the City of Thieves. When the others went missing I knew I had to pay a visit to my old home town.
Even just walking down the road through the outskirts of the town you can feel t... | Black hardened leather, oiled to easy silence, gave a softer creak than the roofbeam the black-furred Suthay-Raht trod along its length. Below, in the Great Hall of High Rock, the 'good' Lord Malthon and his cronies feasted. Kasim-dar knew that Malthon was secretly a Wormking agent. He knew that he had been called on b... | |
[WP] You are not a good person. Your party was made of good people, and you tried to be good because you liked having allies. But now they're all missing, so they won't see the lengths you're willing to go to to save them. | I am a necromancer. My party knows this. Skorndrick Gristle, the Lost, at your service.
In fact, the way I've worked myself out, my spells and my fighting capabilities, I'm probably the strongest member of our party. Do any of them suspect this? No. As far as they're concerned, I'm a good person who just.... helps the... | Black hardened leather, oiled to easy silence, gave a softer creak than the roofbeam the black-furred Suthay-Raht trod along its length. Below, in the Great Hall of High Rock, the 'good' Lord Malthon and his cronies feasted. Kasim-dar knew that Malthon was secretly a Wormking agent. He knew that he had been called on b... |
Subsets and Splits
No community queries yet
The top public SQL queries from the community will appear here once available.